Tag Archive: Monterey California

She danced by the light of the candles.

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Raging emotion

Raging emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love and my favorite place.        Raging emotion Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop. Bring lovers of the poetry… Continue reading →

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The blue eyed girl.

The blue eyed girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem with a rewrite from 1992. I found a book with loads of unpublished poetry. From 20 years ago. I was free… Continue reading →

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A wish upon a star.

A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A  wish upon a star Every night before I close my eyes.  I whisper your name. I make a… Continue reading →

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If I knew.

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.   If I knew If I knew. I… Continue reading →

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Big Surf and Alisa Fineman

Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.                           Big Surf and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading →

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Sweet whispers.

            Sweet whispers The voice  of Leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read  words in a letter from a beautiful woman. Sweet offering of love and possibilities.… Continue reading →

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Love and hate

Love and hate A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem from 1978. Youth allow the mind to ponder without fear of failure. Love and hate Sitting by the Monterey bay alone. Thinking… Continue reading →

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A good day to be alive my friend.

A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Each day is a opportunity to do something good.   A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… Continue reading →

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                    My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Continue reading →

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